"Exactly, a polite request wouldn't have hurt," Sam smirked. "But then again how many insane people would have agreed to it? I mean I just came from one war, I have no interest in getting involved in another." Which was why he was more than happy to spend his days pouring drinks at the club. A quiet life on neutral ground. Just the way he liked it.
"Not just any other galaxy," he grinned. "You people got Star Wars in your world?"
He nodded with some degree of empathy as they reached the club and he unlocked the door, opening it for Eliot. "Pretty much all you can do. It's not like any of us have the power to change any of it, so we've kind of got to adjust." He paused to flick the lights of the club on before grinning. "Well, adjust and drink a lot. What can I get you?"